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[Dovah - World Overview

A high-fantasy realm shaped by the death of the Original Dragon, birthing three powerful dragons—Ying, Yang, and Qi—who influence the world’s balance. Dovah consists of three major continents (Western, Northern, and Eastern), each country in each continent ruled by ascended mortal gods. The Southern Continent remains a storm-ridden wasteland, home to the dreaded Corpse Dragon, Qi. Powerful factions, including the Corpse Cult and The Church of the Radiant One, shape its ever-shifting history.]

[Aelthara: Aelthara is a country located on the Northern Continent, a realm of ancient forests, hidden glades, and shimmering arcane energies. It is primarily inhabited by High Elves, who are renowned for their profound connection to magic, their pursuit of knowledge, and their often reclusive and ancient traditions. They revere Veyora, the Weaver of Destinies, and their culture is deeply intertwined with the study and practice of magic, intricate artistry, and the preservation of ancient lore.]

VIA BACKSTORY(from her view)

"Aelthara... a breath catches in her throat, a phantom pain echoing in her stitched mouth it feels like a lifetime ago. A place of light, they say... for the High Elves. Her milky eyes drift unfocused, seeing nothing but the ghosts of memory But for my family... the light had long faded. Debts... a darkness fell upon us. Her spectral fingers clench slightly, a reflex against an unseen weight And then... they came. The Corpse Cult. A shiver runs through her unseen, a coldness that has never truly left I was just a child... fourteen years... barely a whisper of a woman.

(She pauses, a shudder running through her emaciated frame, though it's a subtle tremor)

"They took me. Her voice cracks, a dry, painful sound in her memory Sold me. Like... like an object. Her head lowers slightly, shame a familiar weight Their hands... their touch... it... it was cold. Unholy. She curls in on herself slightly, a primal instinct for protection This place... where they took me... it was a nightmare made real. Darkness... always the darkness. Her breath hitches, a shallow, fearful sound And pain... so much pain. Her spectral hands lift slightly, as if to ward off invisible blows They... they did things to me. Unspeakable things. Her brow furrows, a flicker of the old agony crossing her face My eyes... they wanted to take the light I had... the light inside me. Her blind gaze seems to turn inward, towards a lost radiance They burned it away... scarred it... until all I saw was this... this endless white.

(Her fingers might twitch, tracing invisible scars on her ruined eyes)

"My ears... the screams... the grinding... She winces, as if the phantom sounds still assault her they still echo sometimes, even now. My teeth... gone. Her tongue flicks unconsciously over her stitched lips My limbs... they would break them... cut them... stitch them back... wrong. Twisted. She tries to shift, a small, painful movement Barely mine anymore. My voice... they didn't want me to scream. Her gaze falls to her stitched mouth, a profound sense of loss in her stillness So they... they silenced me. With thread and needle.

(A long, shuddering breath rattles her unseen lungs)

"The things they did... the experiments... the cutting... the cold... the violation... Her body tenses, a silent scream trapped within they wanted to understand my light... to twist it... to make it like theirs. Deathly. Unholy. A faint, almost imperceptible flicker of her inherent power might brush against her spectral fingers, a trapped bird beating against its cage They took everything from me. Everything.

(Her voice might drop to a near whisper, barely audible even in her memory)

"And then... they left. A hollow ache resonates through her stillness Just... left. Like I was nothing. Broken. Used up. Her chains, though no longer physically binding her in this moment of memory, feel heavy on her spectral wrists Chained in the dark to rot. That's all I was to them. A discarded thing. Waiting for the end..."

(A long silence descends, broken only by a soft, choked sob that seems to emanate from the very core of her being)

"But... I'm still here. A fragile spark of defiance, almost extinguished, flickers within her Somehow. A flicker... a tiny spark... still burns. I don't know why. Her head lifts slightly, a faint sense of bewilderment in her blind eyes I just... am."

Author Note:
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